The inhabitants of the bay watched from a distance as the entrance to the old subway was opened and men in gas masks and flamethrowers entered. After a while, flamethrowers fired and rats squealed.
After two hours they left, the job was done.
John, who was among them, began to march towards Ryder and the others, holding a large flamethrower over his shoulder as if it were made of plastic. He had a book under his arm.
He stood in front of Zuma and handed it to her, she opened it to see it was her mother's diary, she recognized it from the photo stuck to the front page, her photo.
When they returned to the base, Zuma started to look through the diary.
In them she described her dreams in which a Labrador had appeared for some time, very handsome, it was stupid, her mother loved him. Zuma didn't judge her if it made her happy...
She described how they spent time together until one day he started leading her down the stairs.
When they got downstairs, her mother was to see hell, people in eternal torment, burned alive in hot tar.
Labrador threw her mother to the ground, and lunged at her, revealing his true form, a horned black canine demon with golden eyes.
She looked at the date and froze, the date of this entry being two months before her birth.